10 December 2008
Hoping to alleviate BoyTwo's allergy symptoms, my husband, my father-in-law, and a kind friend just installed a laminate floor in the boys' room.
As the Designated Baby Nurser/Toddler Lassoer/Grub Rustler, my actual participation in the project consisted of (drumroll, please): exclaiming with delight over the finished product. (Truly, they did a superb job.)
So, am I
A) Happy to leave the noisy, dusty, complicated mess to the menfolk
B) Sad because I didn't get to use power tools or learn a new life skill
I haven't quite decided yet, but I'm actually leaning toward Option A. Go figure.